A Canvas of Waterfalls 

My heart trembles,  

And here comes the rain beads with simple brush strokes down my brown canvas…

And I can taste the salt as my lips part,

And I feel the fear which silently turns into anger,

And I sit trying not to expose my waterfall of a masterpiece,

And suddenly everything around me slows down,

I am overwhelmed with sadness, 

And I hear the megaphone inside my mental screaming “Life isn’t fair!

And I return to now,

And slowly gather my being,

And I walk,

And I walk,

And I stop to reflect and say thank you. 

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